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Monthly Archives: August 2011
Midlife Crisis; Or, Why Time Travel Wouldn’t Have Helped, Anyway
I’m no expert in the mid-life crisis, being in the midst of one and not having yet come out on the other side to write sagely of the hazards and rewards of the journey for those just setting out. … Continue reading
The Turret
The Turret The house, the one I will never have, is a Queen Anne Victorian with a large wraparound porch, a Painted Lady with gingerbread trim, oddly-shaped windows, and stained glass. It features little rooms that pop up in unexpected … Continue reading
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